Chapter 453: Endless Night Revelry

The moment the law perfectly formed, the colossal thunder net, which had been bounced back by the Night Monarch, was instantly refined by the radiant light of the law emanating from Xu Yang's body. Then, under Xu Yang's deliberate manipulation, this law transformed into a miniature sword gleam and surged directly towards the Night Monarch.

The power of this sword gleam far surpassed that of any ordinary blade from the King's Sword or the Asura Sword.

The miniature outline of the sword gleam was a pure convergence of the power of the laws of heaven and earth. It appeared that with every distance it traversed, it etched an enduring trajectory into the void.

Its power was so immense it could almost refine the void itself. Had it not been for the boundless, invisible power of the endless laws constantly mending the cracks in this vast void, it is estimated that even a single law created by Xu Yang could have completely cleaved the void in two.

The Night Monarch dared not be careless, as he quickly realized that if he were struck by this force, he would likely suffer irreversible, permanent damage.

As this power of law drew closer, the energy released by the Night Monarch after his draconic transformation rapidly withered in the face of the approaching sword gleam.

"‘I truly can’t believe how formidable this power of law is. Even true Dragon Origin energy is so vulnerable before it.’"

"‘Of course. Laws represent the infinite power of all things in heaven and earth. They are the ultimate power that can exist in this world.’"

"‘However, since this law was merely an offensive one temporarily condensed by Senior Xu Yang, it can only be used once. No one will be able to condense the power of a law a second time in such a short period to confront their target.’"

"‘Of course, if Senior Xu Yang had truly achieved godhood, he could freely utilize the laws of heaven and earth across the continent for his own purposes. Perhaps this is the most fundamental difference between mortals and gods.’"

Ling Yao’s words truly hit the mark. In fact, the difference between mortals and gods, apart from physical strength, lies precisely in their ability to wield laws.

Gods, by their very nature, stand on equal footing with the laws of heaven and earth. Thus, they can control and wield these laws, and even create their own eternally existing ones.

However, mortals who have not achieved godhood can never possess such abilities. Failure to achieve godhood means being unable to gain the recognition of all realms and pathways, and therefore lacking the qualification to wield this power.

Of course, a very small number of individuals, like Senior Xu Yang before them, can achieve this even without having reached the foundational growth stage of godhood. They rely on extraordinary comprehension and a powerful soul realm, gaining the ability to wield a small portion of laws by resonating with those of heaven and earth.

After listening to Long Kun’s explanation, the Five Element Elders beside him nodded in sudden realization. Undoubtedly, Xu Yang’s team had given them a thorough lesson this time.

Finally, the Night Monarch decided he would no longer sit idly by. He began to make new moves.

In the next moment, all the Dragon Origin power that had fused with him rapidly retracted, and the incomparably pure Dragon Origin Pearl reappeared, hovering in the Night Monarch's palm.

Just as the King's Sword Spirit had predicted, the Night Monarch's action was equivalent to separating his elemental power from his energy.

"‘Joy ends at night, sorrow endures through the years, sorrow outweighs joy—what can fate do?’"

As he uttered these words, countless scenes from his childhood memories involuntarily resurfaced in the Night Monarch's mind.

Silently, the surrounding void seemed to grow oppressive and tragic, mirroring the fluctuations in the Night Monarch's mood.

At the same time, countless black mists rapidly dispersed above the clouds, yet the sky did not clear; instead, it was enveloped by an entirely new atmosphere.

"‘Welcome to the Eternal Night! Xu Yang, this is truly the battlefield I’m familiar with.’"

Little did they know, the rolling dark clouds blanketing the sky were entirely the work of the Night Monarch alone.

He would never forget this day, fifty thousand years ago. The sky had looked just like this, and a fiercely tragic, earth-shaking battle above his imperial palace had erupted in precisely this environment and location.

Just as everyone thought this backdrop was the full extent of the Night Monarch's resistance, he suddenly clasped his hands together, and from within him, outlines of ghostly specters began to surge forth madly, one after another.

Though these specters appeared incredibly evil, they showed no intention of attacking. After emerging, they all gathered around the Night Monarch's body, indulging in wild, unrestrained singing.

This looked more like a feast of devils, gathered together, expressing their inner joy through a hysterical outpouring.

Instead of the expected horrific wails, the specters sang joyfully, wildly releasing the last trace of happiness within them.

Little did they know, this wild song of specters was merely the prelude to the apocalypse.

"‘Hahaha! Xu Yang, I must admit your strength is immense, but you have no right to judge me. This world owes me, the Phoenix Clan Lord owes me, you all owe me!!’"

The Night Monarch seemed to join the rhythm of the specters' wild song, shouting hysterically and dancing wildly from the midst of the hundreds of specters surrounding him.

However, when the law sword gleam unleashed by Xu Yang pierced through everything, all the surrounding specters instantly evaporated into nothingness under its terrifying power.

Yet, these evaporated ghostly apparitions, within a very short time, transformed into endless blackness.

Immediately after, on the battlefield below, Long Kun and the others, who had been observing, instantly noticed that something was wrong.

"‘What’s happening? I think I smell something burning!’"

"‘No, that's not a burning smell; it’s the smell of burning corpses. Those blood-stained warriors of the Blood Barbarian tribe are being evaporated!’"

An inexplicable panic quickly emerged in the hearts of the Yunshu Xuanmen faction. Even Long Kun and Ling Yao couldn't help but frown.

"‘Something’s not right. If I’m not mistaken, although Boss’s incomparable power of law just now destroyed those specters and spirits, their essence doesn't seem to have dissipated in time. Instead, it has enveloped the entire battlefield in another form.’"

Then, at the edge of their vision, countless eerie green lights appeared simultaneously, as if the endless ghost fires of the netherworld's depths had all ignited at once!

"‘Oh no, this is the Hellfire that consumes the world!!’"